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Well I woke up in a hotel, didn't know what to do
I turned the TV on and wrote a letter to you
The news was talkin 'bout a dragnet upon the interstate
They were lookin for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates

Since I left California baby things have gotten worse
Seems the land of opportunity for me is just a curse
Tell the judge in Bakersfield, the trial'll have to wait
Down here they're lookin for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates

It was summer in Nevada, it was cold outside
She was shiverin in the dark so I offered her a ride
Three bank jobs later, four cars hot wired
We crossed the Mississippi like an oil slick fire

If they had known what we was up to they wouldn'tve let us in
Seems we landed in Memphis like original sin
Down Elvis Presley Boulevard to the Graceland gates
We were lookin for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates

Well there must have been a dozen of 'em parked in that garage
There wasn't one Lincoln and there wasn't one Dodge
There wasn't one Japanese model or make
Just pretty, pretty Cadillacs with Tennessee Plates

She saw him singin once, when she was seventeen
Now ever since that day she's been livin in between
I was never king of nothing but this wild weekend
Anyway we wouldn't care, hell he gave 'em to his friends

This ain't no hotel I'm writin you from
It's a Tennessee prison up at Brushy Mountain
Your sincerely's doing five to eight
Stampin out my time makin Tennessee Plates